"The Raven flew in and took my soul, As he had lost his own, The Wolf came in and devoured my heart, And made it look like a sad art. I used to follow my heart without a second thought, Now without one, in the void I am lost. How will I stand in the face of fear, As the grave darkness grows near? How will I fill the silent void, If I do nothing but runaway and avoid? Will the Raven remember to give the soul that was once mine? Or has he found solace in a soul that is more than a rhyme? Will the Wolf wish for my heart back to me, Or has he fallen in love with the secrets as deep as the dark sea? Will I survive? Into the void, yet again I dive, In search of my soul and heart, Like a drop of water in the darkest desert, The Raven may have my soul and the Wolf, my heart; But this little pearl of hope saves a life, a better form of Art!"
June 3, 2016